GREETINGS HALLOWEEN GREMLINS. Let's try this again. I’ve decided to really kick my own ass again this month and attempt this 31 Days of Halloween project I’ve made for myself. I probably should’ve gone easier on myself, but meh, I couldn’t even do the 12 days of Christmas, so let’s see where this takes us! You’re more than welcome to join and use some of these prompts for your own. I’d only ask for a reblog or tag in return! Happy reading!
DAY ONE: Ghost hunting - how they’d react to ghost hunting with the reader
DAY TWO: Too Scary - How they’d react if the movie was too scary for the reader
DAY THREE: Baking - How’d they’d react to baking with the reader
DAY FOUR: Haunted houses - How it’d be like to go to haunted houses with them
DAY FIVE: Parties - Spooky parties with them
DAY SIX: Cheesy Halloween date with Tate Langdon
DAY SEVEN: Pumpkin carving - Pumpkin carving with Kit Walker
DAY EIGHT: Graveyard date with Loki NSFW
DAY NINE: All nighter - No sleep with Stu Macher on Halloween night
DAY TEN: Trick or treat - Harley and the reader give out candy for Halloween
DAY ELEVEN: Halloween decorating - decorating with them
DAY TWELVE: House arrest - Halloween with Scott Lang while he’s on house arrest
DAY THIRTEEN: Bad Halloween - Reader has a series of bad halloweens and Steve tries his best to make it the best one yet for them NSFW
DAY FOURTEEN: Call me - with Vampire!BountyHunter!Jason Todd
DAY FIFTEEN: Greenhouse date with Poison Ivy surrounded by deadly flowers and pumpkins
DAY SIXTEEN: Dress up - Trying out costumes and Billy Loomis walks in on you
DAY SEVENTEEN: Eternal Mourning - Killer!Muses fall in love at first sight/meeting with Vampire!Reader
DAY EIGHTEEN: Too Sweet - Baking treats for Bubba! (request prompt)
DAY NINETEEN: Vampire Knights - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader
DAY TWENTY: Scardy cat- Reader is afraid of ghosts and Cloud plays body guard
DAY TWENTY ONE: Cryptic Slumbers - Vampire!Battinson x Fem!reader
DAY TWENTY TWO: Horror movie tropes for Non horror muses- Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader
DAY TWENTY THREE: Catty girl - Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader NSFW
DAY TWENTY FOUR: Bunny butt - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader NSFW
DAY TWENTY FIVE: All Hallows eve - Halloween with Sebastian Michaelis
DAY TWENTY SIX: It’s a Halloween party right? - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader
DAY TWENTY SEVEN: Remains of the day - Dc Characters x CorpseBride!Reader
DAY TWENTY EIGHT: The Exorcist- Jason Todd x Fem!Reader NSFW
DAY TWENTY NINE: Lightweight - Halloween bar party with Dr. Reid
DAY THIRTY: Vampire knight - Loki x Reader
DAY THIRTY ONE: Haunted Mansion - multi nsfw
** Pls note that these prompts are not all confirmed and may be changed through out the month. Thank u!
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May I add you to my slasher writers list and do you write for Charles lee ray, Vincent Sinclair, mark Hoffman, Gabriel may, Brahms Heelshire, hannible from movie and series?
Hi! Yes of course! And I haven’t written for them yet, but I look forward to in the future! <3
i love you and your work, keep going bby <33 (ik i was a satire but still you deserve it)
Thank u! <333 I <3 to be dramatic. Queue me in a long scandalous robe, walking around frivolously with a glass of champagne draped over a velvet chaise.
Still, your comment means a lot! I hope my writings stay on ur mind <3333 kiss kiss.
Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy
Type: HC’s
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.
Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.
Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.
Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.
Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.
Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.
HALLOWEEN DAY 29: Lightweight - Dr Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Drinking, reader is slightly drunk, mentions of medication/prescriptions. Nothing crazy or graphic.
Type: One shot
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Halloween night at the club with Dr. Reid. The team goes and after the reader can’t handle themselves, Spencer makes sure they get home safely and eventually they confess their love for each other!
Notes: This has been in my drafts and I had to dust it off. I’ve wanted to post this for so long, maybe I should’ve finished it better or prolonged it? I was in the mood for fluff and here it is! I <3 Dr Reid 4 evaaa
The lights were flashing at all sorts of rates, all reflecting off the crowds movements. Colors overwhelmed the scene, different accessories poked and dropped to the floor as the movement remained constant. It wasn’t much of Dr. Reids ideal atmosphere, but you dragged him here.
You absolutely loved Halloween and wanted nothing more than to join the contests that would be held at the club downtown tonight.
Both Emily and Penelope thought it to be a fantastic idea, after pleading Reid to go with you three, your magic seemed to work. Now here you were, with a drink in hand, swaying from a distance as the remixed versions of well known songs infiltrated the speakers.
Spencer followed you around like a lost puppy, always close to you with his own drink being held against his chest. He was stiff as a board, watching the crowd when Penelope and Emily swayed around to the beat of the song, laughing and drinking their night away in cheesy but fierce costumes.
It was incredibly rare to have a moment like this without them being called away for a case, so you knew to enjoy it to the best of your ability.
Your hips bumped against Spencers when you noticed he seemed to be lost in thought. “Come on Reid, loosen up.” You groaned as your lips found their way to your straw, looking up to Spencer through your eyelashes.
His body language screamed uncomfortable and a part of you felt some remorse for insisting he should come with you. Your smile dropped when he looked away from you, turning around to put your drink down, you placed your hand on his shoulder in order to bring his ear down to your level “We don’t have to stay Spencer, we can go-”
Spencer pulled away from your grip to shake his head and look back to you “I’m perfectly fine, the music- I just don’t dance.”
Your eyes stayed on him, eyebrows forming a frown of concern for him. Wandering your gaze elsewhere, you noticed a group of girls, shooting their glances in your direction and you were more than certain they weren’t staring at you. A smirk drew across your face, after a few seconds, you bumped your elbow against Spencer and pointed your drink in their direction.
“I think they want to talk to you tiger.” You teased, your eyes looked to Spencer as he frowned. Anyone would be ecstatic to get the attention of a group of attractive women, but Spencer just seemed confused. “Come on Spence- we don’t get to have fun so often, I’m sure they don’t bite.”
“How are you sure? At least two of them have claws.” Spencer half joked back, which earned a chuckle from you. “Come on.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the groups direction. A smile was plastered across your face as you met up. “Hi, this is my friend Spencer, he has a few magic tricks he’d like to show you.” You hollered over the music to the group as you let go of his wrist then began to fade back into the crowd and towards your table.
A satisfied grin came across your lips when you noticed the wows and claps coming from where you left your coworker. Hugging yourself as you leaned back against the table, you looked back over to your other two friends who still continued to dance. A part of you wondered where they had this energy, you were exhausted, but you thought you’d have to sell your soul to have night off on Halloween night.
You reached up towards your head making sure your clip-on cow ears remained on your head. It was a last minute costume, easy to put together, cute as a button.
It seemed loneliness hit you harder than you would’ve thought and earlier than you expected. “Not tonight” You thought to yourself as you left the glasses at your table and made your way to Penelope. “Hey! Finally you join us?” She shouted as she continued her movements.
“Where did you leave Reid?” Emily looked around for any sign of him. only to have you shout back “With company!” Meeting each other with smiles, you continued to dance along in your small triangle. Reaching for Garcias hand, you held it as you continued your movements, not caring if it was at a rhythm or not, you were buzzed and having the best night in months.
Eventually the music would slow down, still sensual and loud, the bounce of the bass filled up the room, but the crowd would disperse to other bars or to refresh themselves. You decided upon one last song when Emily made her way to get you three another drink. The string of the bass was low and the vibrations rang through your ears, you were surely feeling the buzz a little bit more when a hand came to wrap around your wrist.
“Do you want me crawling back to you” The speakers sang at the touch of the other, your eyes looked to the hand, then up to connect it with a familiar face, “It’s time to go.” Emily smiled to you, surely sorry to interrupt your moment but also since she wouldn’t want any of you to leave alone tonight, not while the unsolved cases were being waited on for any other leads. Meanwhile she had to ensure you were all safe.
You ran your hand through your hair as you took the last drink of the night into your hands. “Y/n” You heard through the rumbling of the speakers as they picked up again on the beats. Looking around, you noticed another familiar face. “I’ll walk you to the cab.” A hand latched onto your wrist again, this time firmer, keeping you from bringing the drink up to your lips again.
Nodding slowly, as your eyes tried to connect to Spencers. You allowed him to take the glass from your hands and set it down on a table. He seemed worried about you, not letting you go from his grip. “I’ll make sure she gets home I promise.” You heard him from afar, a wave of sadness came over you.
Not again.
You were a lightweight, it was shameful to you, but you could never keep up with any of the team, two drinks and you were already questioning what you were seeing and where. Not to mention your orientation, never being able to clearly identify where you were headed exactly.
Instead, you leaned into the familiar hold beside you, comforted by it really. “Spence- you don’t have to. Really.” You protested as he lead you out into the front entrance of the club and down the sidewalk away from the line and crowd. Your brows forming a frown as you depended on his grasp as you walked, the alcohol was certainly kicking in again. Everything slowed around you, spun for a moment.
Thankfully Spencer cut you off before you could be unaware of your surroundings. “Don’t be silly, I want to make sure you’re home.” Your heart seemed to flutter when he assured his intentions. “Spence- w-what about the girls you were talking to?” You pouted as you tried to steady your steps along with him as you walked further down the street.
“I’ll come back to them.” He murmured as he tried to help you walk without making your intoxication too obvious. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but you laughed, leaning into him your eyes seemed to hide as the walk continued for what seemed like an eternity.
“Y/n” You heard Spencer whisper out as he noticed your drowsiness. “Did you take your medicine before we came here?” He stopped you near one of the windows of the businesses you were walking past, away from the walking area. Holding you with both hands on either sides of your arms trying to meet your eyes.
“Shit.” You whined out when you looked down to his legs. You sure did, when you weren’t supposed to, not when you were going to drink anyway. “I’m an idiot.” You whimpered out to Spencer as you leaned your back against the glass.
“It’s okay, we just need to get you to bed, soon preferably.” Spencer held you up, hooking an arm under yours and wrapping around your back gripping you against his side as he took out his phone to call for a ride.
“We’ll be home soon.” Spencer soothed you as your feet seemed to give up on the heels you were wearing. Your purse dropped from your shoulder to your arm, trying your best to keep it on your person, Spencer laughed a little at your drowsiness. “It’s not funny Spencer.” You complained as a small laugh escaped your lips as he tried to keep you up with him, “It’s a little bit funny.” Spencer teased as he took his coat off to wrap around your bare shoulders,
“But my costume-” You whimpered as you looked down again to your uneven stance. “It’s still your costume, you’re just- a cold cow.” He snorted out as you wobbled slightly. Turning back to see the car pull over to the edge of the sidewalk for you both, Spencer lead you towards the door, opening it for you and letting you slide into the seat first, following after you.
The whole ride you just leaned over against his shoulder as Spencer instructed the directions. You were drifting in and out of sleep, making yourself comfortable on him. Sure you were intoxicated and in a way, drugged, under the influence but that didn’t cloud your vision on Dr. Reid.
He was such a lifesaver, well, obviously he was, he had saved countless lives and prevented many other tragedies along with his team but what would have you done without him tonight?
Emily and Penelope might’ve noticed a little too late, the guilt would’ve been everlasting. How did Spencer realize? He was busy, wasn’t he? Either way, you were more than glad he did. Your eyes focused on his hands, trying to ease your breathing as the ride continued.
Your sober brain would’ve never had the courage to initiate anything, but his hands looked so inviting. Even leaning your head against his shoulder was terribly comfortable, more than you’d like to admit.
Mindlessly, your hand reached to grab his fiddling one. This was a big no-no with Spencer, especially after a night at the club. He seemed shocked at first, stiffened, but you were half there anyway to acknowledge anything that may lead to your eternal embarrassment.
But your eyes stayed on his hands as he let your hand intervene. It was an innocent moment, but for the first time, you seemed to find comfort in him more than usual.
It was common for you to look for any sort of comfort in anyone you grew close to and this time it was the team that fell victim to it. Spencer being part of it, but tonight, you seemed to want to display any sort of affection towards him.
Spencer squeezed your hand as you began to reach your destination, you looked up to see your familiar street. The joy you felt couldn’t possibly be put into words. You watched as Spencer tipped the driver, thanking him as he opened the car door, helping you out and onto the sidewalk.
Though you were only a few steps away, you just couldn’t handle anymore steps in those heels. Reaching down to unbuckle them, you gripped yourself against him as you loosened them up. Spencer looked down to you, holding you in return as he watched you unstrap your platforms. He knew they must’ve been killing your feet, but before you could step on the pavement, he took the liberty to pick you up, “Grab your shoes.” He whispered as he hoisted you up bridal style up towards the entrance of your house.
“I don’t want you to get sick. If you can avoid walking around barefoot, it’s best to.” He explained as he walked. You were sure if you weren’t flustered before, you surely were now. Looking towards your knees as he led you to a stop, after a brief moment, you came to a realization- keys.
Rummaging through your purse you found them, doing your best to unlock the entrance as you were being held by Spencer. This all felt like a fever dream and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was.
Letting you push the door open, he stepped into your home, letting you down to your feet then closing the door behind you. “Why don’t you wash up tonight? You’ll sleep so much better.” Spencer advised as he made sure you were able to stand, but you simply stood there before him.
He looked so handsome, with tousled wavy hair, unbuttoned shirt, and loosened tie. Spencer went as Patrick Batman, but the hair product seemed to wear off halfway through the night, just as your costume was disheveled by the time you made it home.
Spencer frowned to you as you stared up to him in a daze, looking to your lips quickly then back up to your eyes when he realized what he did. A small sigh escaped your lips, you never thought about Spencer like this, why tonight? Not only did his touch seemed so inviting, but his affection did too. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him in this moment.
Your eyes stayed on him for a moment, neither of you said anything, instead just stood at your entrance in silence, just staring at each other. “What is it Y/N”
“How did you notice?” You wondered out loud, earning a confused gaze from the man. “That I was at my limit. How did you notice? You had your back turned, you were far away.” You continued as Spencer broke off the gaze and looked to the rug in front of your staircase. “Spencer.” You pleaded as he wouldn’t look at you for a moment.
He sighed and then looked back to you, pursing his bottom lip as his eyes met yours. “I talked to those girls you walked me over to.” He started, looking to you in defeat when he realized that wouldn’t be enough for you.
“And?” You continued as he stood still before you. “And I showed them a few magic tricks, because you told them about it.. but”
You stood there patiently, forgetting about the costume you had on, cow bell wrapped tightly around your neck, none of your accessories short of presence for the first couple of minutes you’ve made it in at home.
“I just came back to look at you.”
Your stomach was surely doing flips at this moment. For the first time you were left speechless for a moment. You frowned as you kept your eyes on him. “What do you mean Spence?”
“Y/n. I don’t want to talk to anyone at a club, I think it’s great that the rest of you do and you have fun. But I only went because of you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Thank you Spencer, I really appreciate it, but I’m also a part of the team and I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.” You protested as you leaned back, slightly taking offense to the comment coming from him.
“It’s not that you can’t take care of yourself, I know you are. But, I don’t know. I can’t help it. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I let anything happen to you.”
There was a slight frustration coming from Spencer when you seemed to not catch on to what he was saying. You looked to him cluelessly and in desperation to want to understand.
“Y/n. I care about you. I feel better around you. I don’t know how to really explain it any other way than to say I really like you.”
You stood there in shock, almost sobered up by the sound of his words. You were sure your eyes were like saucers, even in your state you could still tell that Spencer was nervous as could be at his confession. He ached for any response but you just stood there for what seemed like hours.
“I really like you too Spence” you admitted, both awkward, in costumes and a little buzzed. It seemed like relief washed over his face for a second. Spencer looked down exhaling a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in.
“Would it be wrong to ask you to stay a little longer? If you’re not doing anything-“ you wondered out loud to break the prolonged silence.
HALLOWEEN DAY 28: The Exorcist- Jason Todd x Fem!Reader NSFW
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Warning: NSFW! Brief mentions of horror movies/demonic movies but nothing going into detail. Mmm idk cursing, Jason being dirty lol whore. What do u want from me.
Type: Blurb
Request: N/A
Word count: N/A
Prompt: Reader tried to get Jason into the movies she likes, but Jason likes to multitask.
Notes: This is literally nothing but pure smut. Sowwy. Had a similar experience to inspire this and I figured it fit Jason perfectly. What do you think?
Jason never really cared for horror movies, especially the demonic ones, but when you were in fuzzy socks and little Halloween sleep shorts that left nothing to the imagination, he couldn’t resist. “Yeah whatever you say”
Listening to you yap away about the story and what’s true in it and what isn’t. He’s drifting in and out as you talk, you’re buzzed and both of you chose to stay in for Halloween. It’s your favorite holiday and you had to beg him to take it off. He didn’t put up much of a fight and when he sees you all glazed over and excited about the movie you finally convinced him to watch, he can’t help himself.
It wasn’t like there was much else to do tonight anyway, it was a weekday after all. You made popcorn, had snacks sprawled out, you prepared for this in hopes that he would be able to get into scary movies with you, specifically The Exorcist.
Before the introduction of the characters, Jason had you on your elbows, hands warm inside the leg holes of your pajama shorts, only pushed them aside with your panties to expose your slick folds. Your back was deliciously arched, his hands gripped your whole asscheeks as he lined himself against your entrance. “Come on baby, we can both still watch the movie” he snorted, mouth watering at the wetness he felt with his tip. He gripped the back of your head, making you face the TV screen as he impaled you with his cock, you breathed out a sharp moan when he stuffed himself in all the way.
“Fuck.” You hissed out as he pulled you back against his hips, you couldn’t see him, your hair messily in the way of your vision as he began to pound himself into you.
Jason’s eyes rolled back as he picked up the rhythm, the screams and shouts of the movie became distant in his ears as he only focused on your moans and breathless voice. The more you whimpered and jolted away, the stronger his grip felt, pulling you back in place as you felt yourself becoming undone.
“What else can you tell me about this movie doll?” He asked genuinely, but you were so caught up on the way his dick stroked your insides. Before you could acknowledge the feeling of his tip bulging into you, he pulled out then thrusted back in. You couldn’t keep up with the pressure, his knees were in between yours, splitting them more and more apart as he kept up his pace.
You buried your face into the mattress, your hair was anxiously in the way of your breathing. Usually in other times, he would be more handsy but he was on a mission to make you cream all over his thick girth. You didn’t even have time or energy to remember what movie you were watching, only focused on the tightness of your belly.
The praying and screaming remained on the screen, your hopeless whines were still audible though and even if Jason didn’t want you to scream out your lungs, he still secretly loved when you couldn’t help yourself.
“Such a good girl, fuck. You feel great princess, wanna paint your walls” he breathed out, his thrusts becoming sharper than the rest. You felt your body twitch, your walls clenched up as his dick grazed your g spot at the right pace. “Be an angel and give me your hand.” He hissed, but you couldn’t understand, too caught up in the fuzzy feeling as you felt your body squirt into the sheets. “Or not.” He told himself as he grabbed your hand to cup his balls. Jason tilted his head back as he felt your hand tense up, feet squirm beside him as you felt your orgasm come in waves and he felt it squeeze his dick deliciously. “My fucking baby.”
